#2nd oc

[otherpigeon]

[puppppppppy]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[snipdoodle]

art vs artist or whatever

[undasura]

yuppppppp

[artist-rat]

Guys do not ask how this group is still together.. I'm too afraid to ask (the answer is magic of friendship and ✨Delusion✨)

[randomminty]

sparkle on

[anbaisai]

he gets these every day it's ok

(redraw of this from twitter)

[soma021794]

some tomato sauce tomos

[4th-doctor]

I made a doctor who species called “lonely” they were built by a philosopher as a thought experiment

Only one is able to exist at a time with one goal which is to build another one of its species then shut off. Since each robot thinks different they each have other ideas of what a robot should look like so every version looks wildly different

This is the 27th version named “grandfather” it was designed by the last version to be old and slow but incredibly durable because the planet the last version was on would soon get hit by a meteorite storm

It’s been a long time since that philosopher died so we aren’t quite sure what the thought experiment is but the robot keeps going, traveling the universe to look for parts.

[crookedgalaxycandy]

I swear "x reader" fanfic writers save lives. You feel lonely and touch starved? Get some cuddle content! Everything kinda sucks right now? This character want nothing more than to comfort you! And they do requests, FOR FREE?! They are some of the most creative creators I've seen. I always feel better reading yalls content. Makes me feel less alone. And for the people who are like "that's so cringe," you know what's more cringe? Criticising people having harmless fun.

"x reader" author appreciation!

[tapeworrmart]

Compensating 🔪

[otherpigeon]

[puppppppppy]

these two are so interesting to me

characters belong to @canisalbus

[imreidswifey]

Late Nights and Little Secrets -Fluff-

Summary: After a grueling day at work, Spencer Reid is running on fumes, determined to finish a case despite his exhaustion. His girlfriend, Y/n—a shy yet supportive presence no one at the BAU knows about—surprises him with coffee and a visit to help him through the night.

A/n: This was so fun to write and I hope you enjoyed I love when people request so freely do so! This is very fluffy and cute so have fun! Warning Im new to this so its far from perfect!

Warnings:

Mild workplace banter: Light teasing from Spencer’s colleagues.

Mentions of exhaustion: Spencer is described as overtired and overworked.

Social anxiety themes: Y/n experiences some nervousness in social interactions.

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The fluorescent lights of the FBI office flickered slightly as you walked through the mostly empty hallway, the coffee cups in your hands threatening to burn your fingers through the cardboard sleeves. You weren’t used to being here, not in *his* world, but tonight, Spencer needed you.

He hadn’t said as much—he never really asked for help—but when you heard the exhaustion in his voice during his last check-in, you knew he’d be pushing himself harder than he should. That’s how he was: brilliant, determined, and entirely too stubborn to know when to quit. So here you were, a little nervous as you stepped into his orbit, ready to deliver the caffeine that might keep him from toppling over.

The bullpen was quieter than you expected, save for the sound of fingers tapping on keyboards and the occasional rustle of papers. A few agents glanced up as you walked past, but you kept your eyes down, focusing on your destination. Spencer was exactly where you knew he’d be—seated at his desk, surrounded by stacks of files and his ever-present cup of tea, though it was long forgotten and likely cold.

He didn’t see you at first, too engrossed in whatever case he was solving. His messy hair fell into his face, and his tie was loosened more than usual. He looked tired. No, *exhausted.*

"Spence," you called softly, not wanting to startle him. His head snapped up, his hazel eyes widening as they landed on you. The weariness on his face softened, replaced by something much warmer.

"Y/n?" he said, his voice a mix of surprise and relief. He stood quickly, almost knocking over a stack of papers in the process. “What are you doing here?”

You held up the coffee cups with a small smile. "Figured you could use a pick-me-up. I know how hard it is for you to stop and take care of yourself."

Before Spencer could respond, another voice chimed in from behind you. "Reid, who’s this?"

You turned to see a woman with dark hair and sharp eyes standing near one of the desks. Several other agents had stopped what they were doing to look at you, curiosity etched across their faces.

Spencer hesitated for a second, clearly debating how to answer. He wasn’t one to share personal details, not even with the people he worked alongside every day. Finally, he reached out to take the coffee from your hand, his fingers brushing yours in a way that made your cheeks warm.

“This is Y/n,” he said, his voice steady but soft. “My girlfriend.”

The word hung in the air for a moment, and you couldn’t help but notice the collective expressions of surprise. Apparently, you were something of a mystery to them, though you supposed it wasn’t surprising. Spencer wasn’t exactly the type to broadcast his personal life.

"Hi," you managed, feeling a little self-conscious under their scrutiny. "Nice to meet you all."

The dark-haired woman—who you now realized was the famous Emily Prentiss—was the first to recover. A sly smile curved her lips. “Well, Reid, I think you’ve been holding out on us.”

“I wasn’t—” Spencer started, but another voice, this one belonging to a tall man with glasses, cut him off.

“She’s real? I thought you were making her up!” the man said with a laugh, earning a sharp glare from Spencer.

You laughed nervously, unsure of how to respond. Spencer, ever the gentleman, stepped a little closer, his hand brushing against the small of your back. The subtle gesture was reassuring, grounding you in a space that felt overwhelming.

“She’s not made up,” Spencer muttered, his voice tinged with exasperation. He turned to you, his expression softening again. “Y/n, this is my team. Emily, Luke, Garcia, Rossi, JJ… and that’s Derek.” He gestured toward each person as he spoke, and they all gave varying degrees of welcoming smiles and nods.

“It’s nice to finally meet the person who makes Reid smile like that,” JJ said warmly, her words making Spencer flush a deep red.

You smiled shyly, your fingers tightening around the coffee cup. “He talks about you all a lot,” you offered, hoping to ease some of the tension. “It’s clear how much he cares about you.”

The room softened a bit at that, and you could feel the atmosphere shift. These people weren’t just Spencer’s colleagues; they were his family, and they were already starting to accept you as part of it.

Spencer leaned closer, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “Thank you for coming,” he said, his tone laced with gratitude.

“Always,” you replied, your smile widening. And as the team returned to their work, sneaking occasional glances at you and Spencer, you felt a little less out of place. For all his brilliance, Spencer needed someone to remind him to slow down sometimes, and you were more than happy to be that person.

[bleatbrew]

Goat got Covid

[cherry-bomb-ships]

"My f/os are all fighting for my attention in my head!"

What other people imagine it feels like:

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